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Monday, 3 November 2008

My Sleeping Stud by John

Got a great true story which happened a few years ago.

I went to Pennsylvania with another straight friend for a camping trip/ volleyball tournament and some other guys he knew. I brought my own tent and got my own site and shared it with my friend who also had his own tent. Well, when we got there, it was hot out and there were a lot of guys in shorts, by the pool. It looked like there was a lot of all around drinking, playing volleyball, sweating and many of the guys were totally hot, athletic types as you might imagine. It was early evening and we set up camp as fast as we could and I got a small cooler together with some beers and went to the pool to meet up with the other guys on our team, have some beers and at least see the talent. I realized that this was a totally straight event and had a zero chance, but then a guy could fantasize for a good beat off later in the tent.

It was already getting dark but there was still plenty to see and some seriously hot guys, hot bodies, nicely exposed and my favorite turn on, they were all drunk! It seemed that a lot of these guys had arrived the night before and had been drinking since early morning. This was to be a 5 day event and it looked like it was going to be rough one some of these studs drinking the way they were. Of course there was one guy pool side that really got my attention over all the many other shirtless studs. He was talking to a guy from our group so I had an excuse to at least meet him. He was a total stud like you would see in a fitness magazine and was just my type. He had a nice tan, dark hair, great athletic body, about 5 feet 9 inches tall and had tight abs with a boyish, innocent face. He was wearing surfboarder shorts exposing the nice thick happy trail on these really low shorts so you could see his natural bush. His pecs were slightly hairy and completely defined. The smile was enough to make me realize that this green eyed guy had it all and he was only around 24 years old.

So I went over, my heart racing, to meet this guy said "Hi" to Rob, my friend who then introduced me to Ryan, the stud.

Ryan was friendly and pretty drunk. We started talking about volleyball, where we are from the basics. I have a good sense of humor and I joke around a lot and he seemed to get a kick out of it, laughing a lot. We downed a few more beers with Rob who begged off a while later saying he needed to cool off in the pool.

Ryan said he agreed, in a very slurred voice. Who knows how long this guy had been drinking. I said I was out of beers and had to go back to my camp site to refill and he said not to bother as I could share his so we placed the cooler and open beers next to the pool and jumped in. I was surprised to find him immediately behind me pressing up against me and suddenly he put me in a head lock dick rubbing against my ass. I didn't know what to think!

Then he said "You owe me for the beers man. The way I'm drinking I'll need to borrow some maybe by the end of the week."

He then let me go and I turned around to see him smile.

I said, "Dude, what is mine is yours no prob. I'm just looking to chill and have a good time."

Things were looking up. We had a couple more, talking about nothing, joking around with some guys in the pool and then he was telling some guy that he had forgot to bring his tent and was going to sleep out in just his sleeping bag.

I jumped in and said, "How in the hell did you forget that man?"

He laughed and said, "Stupid I guess" then shoved me.

I immediately offered that he could bunk with me as long as he wasn't a snorer.

He said, "Cool man; really?"

I said,"Yeah, better that than you getting malaria from all the mosquito bites."

He laughed in his hot, cute slurred voice and then he gave me one of those drunken hugs. He was the happy affectionate kinda drunk it seemed. Well, eventually he ran out of alcohol and it was like well after nine anyway.

I said, "My turn to fill up a cooler and I want to change to vodka and cranberry anyway."

He said, "Hell yeah," and we got out of the pool and he almost slipped back in losing his balance.

I said, "You are fucked up," and he laughed.

He said, "You haven't seen anything yet," in his now very drunk, slurred speech.

On the way out I came across Rob and he was totally light too.

I said, "Are you going to be able to find your way back to camp?"

He replied, saying he could crash with a friend of his if he didn't. That cheered me as I went off to camp with helping Ryan who was staggering as he walked. When we did get back it was totally dark so I lit a couple lamps and started making some powerful drinks for him with vodka and just a little cranberry. He stumbled into the woods around 10 yards away with his back to me taking a piss. Even in his drunken state his tight bubble ass looked great. He came back and told me he was trashed and I told him I was too while laughing. I gave him his heavily laden vodka drink and he gulped it down like beer without saying a thing. We sat out on some chairs and I started a camp fire while we talked awhile and he got drunker. I then went for a piss and when I got back he had his empty tanker on the ground and was asleep. He was slumped down in the camp chair with his chin down on his chest. He was a beautiful sight. I just stood there and boned up immediately with one of the hardest cocks I have had in a while.

In the half dark, with the firelight dwindling and only the moonlight to see by, I could still make out that stud body, the hard built chest with the dark hair and flat stomach which was slowly and steadily moving up and down with his breathing. I walked up to his limp, hot sleeping body and stood in front of him. His legs were slightly apart and I got in between them and shook his chest with no response. Then I shook him really hard and he barely moved, saying nothing.

I said, " Ryan, buddy, need to get you up before the mosquitoes get you man."

I rubbed his chest and moved my hands down his tight stomach and his happy trail again with no response. Then I had an idea. I went back to my tent which was right behind him and got my toiletry kit and took out some Ambien I had brought in case sleeping in a tent didn't agree with me. I had brought a thick queen size air mattress and basic bedding and comforter and I had to blow it up in the tent to make it fit.

I got some bottled water from the cooler by the bench and opened it and went back to Ryan and shook him semi-awake saying, "Dude,take these aspirins and water so you aren't hungover to badly tomorrow and we can hit the sack."

He did it and I grabbed him under his arms and lifted him and he kind of falls forward on to my naked chest with his touching mine. I had a serious boner, but I knew he wouldn't notice at this point. I was going to have this stud all to myself, all night. I brought him to the open tent flaps and had a tough time getting him in but he finally flopped, falling in on his stomach enough for me to get in and close the tent up so that it was just him and me. I told him to move over he was into the middle of the bed but didn't get an answer so I scooted over him, pressing my hard cock against his firm ass. I could have exploded right there in my shorts, but I needed to save it for something hotter, a.lot hotter! I climbed right on top of him and whispered in his ear telling him how drunk he was. There was just steady breathing in response, steady unconscious breathing.

I started feeling him up, not waiting for the pills to take even more of an effect on him. I smelt his chlorine scented dark hair, I felt his shoulders, and then, straddling him, I sat on his bubble butt and fondled his back and masculine arms. I bent down and kissed the cheek that was exposed and moved my tongue over to his slightly open mouth half buried in the pillow and probed his teeth and mouth flexing my cock against his still covered ass. I got off to his side facing his face and struggled to get my shorts off, my cock flopping hard against my abs as I pulled them below my balls. Then I pushed him over on his side exposing his face and full lips, hot chest and stomach and that trail which went down, showing part of his hairy pubic bush, the rest still hidden from me due to his surfboarder shorts. I licked his lips with no response, sliding against him, chest to chest fondling the exposed ribs and moving the arm on his exposed side over his head leaving it dangling with his hairy, dark armpit exposed. I caressed and licked his nipples until they got pointy and hard and taking my one hand down his shorts to feel that bush then his damp but meaty cock of about 5 inches lying totally soft with his hairy balls beneath. I felt I could cum at any point but wanted much more, so I went into his mouth again with my mouth, kissing and licking while fondling his body with my hand and groping his hot ass as I snuggled him close to me. My hand went around him and down his shorts to feel his ass and handle his smooth butt cheeks and hairy crack. I knew I had to have it so I got up over him while he was still on his side and untied his shorts strings which were loose against his small waist. I moved down to his legs and pulled them slowly down, moving him on to his back with one arm above his head, and the other at a 90 degree angle giving a great view of his defined biceps and the dark hair on his manly stud forearms.

Finally I get his shorts off, showing me his bush and seeing where the that trail finally ended in a thick soft cock and big hairy balls. I slid on top of him, feeling and fondling the whole way up and humping his tight stomach against my precumming cock. Moving his arms and licking his mouth while looking down at his sides, ribs exposed, breathing in from his exposed armpit and climaxing against his stomach. I shot a huge load. His body moved from my movement but there were no signs of him waking. He was still out. I slumped over on him wanting more from this stud. a lot more. I wanted that ass too. That's another story. Actually I had enough those few days for several stories. It was a great time thanks to alcohol and Ambien!

Sunday, 2 November 2008

Bromance with Tom by Luis

Bromance with Tom by Luis

When I first started my current job, I was excited about the travel component. Traveling would take me away from the routine of home-life. As with any job, I have become friends with the guys I work with most. We hang-out for beers on Friday, go to each other’s place for cookouts and play poker. When the fiscal budget shrank this year and the need for doubling-up in hotel rooms became apparent, I didn’t complain. I have a close friendship with Tom. He’s the total American “good guy” with a great wife, two kids, and nice home. He’s good-looking, funny, serious on the job, and most importantly – a light-weight when he’s drinking. We all tease and call him “Two-beer Tom”.Last month we received an assignment to North Carolina. When we were told we had to share a hotel room, there were no questions or complaints because we’re good buddies. At the summer company picnic, an intern kept saying that Tom and I were in a “bromance” and it’s stuck since then.

So another buddy said, “Hey the bromance can move to the next level.”

On the first night we were all business. The room was typical, two double beds, stupid little pillows and one bathroom. We crashed because the meeting the next day was very early. Once I heard Tom snoring, I used all my will-power to not play with him. The next day I woke-up first and showered. When I went to wake him, I saw that he had kicked-off the blanket and was covered with only the thin sheet. I stood over him and noticed that his morning wood was perfectly outlined. His cock looked so thick; I was aching to trace my finger along the girth.

I called, “Dude, wake-up!”

He stretched, asked for the time, and then sat-up. He stood-up, stretched again, and I saw that his boxer briefs had slid down to reveal half of his ass crack. His round butt was smooth but you could see a tuft of hair coming from between his cheeks. As he walked past toward the bathroom I saw his massive hard-on tenting his underwear. He noticed that I was looking at his crotch, and then he tried to adjust it.

He said, “Whoops, don’t get any ideas, I just gotta piss.”

So I pretended to run after him, trying to grab his ass calling, “But please, just give me a little.”

He laughed and half-heartedly ran and swatted my hand away saying “You couldn’t handle this puppy.”

All during the day I could not take my mind off that huge cock. Although I’ve had a man-crush on Tom for a while, the closest I had been to him was when he got plastered and did the in-your-face frat slur, “I love you man!” as he pressed against me. I always copped a freebie ass grab or felt his waist when I pretended to pull him off of me with a “Get outta here, man.” In reality I couldn’t wait for him to get drunk because I knew he would be all grabby.So the business day ends, we get dinner at a local diner, hit a super market for beers and head to the hotel.

All the time I kept thinking, “This is it, this is gonna happen so drink-up buddy.”

As usual, he got all sloppy by his third beer. Like any light-weight he tried to keep-up with the drinking so by the end of his sixth beer, he was slurring and being goofy. He went to take a piss and came shuffling back with his pants undone, zipper down and belt open. I was already getting hard. I turned-off the lamp, took-off my pants, and lay down on my bed. Sure enough, he started to nod-off, closing his eyes.

He slurred, “I’m so tired, I’m gonna crash.”

I waited for a few minutes. The TV was on and I could see that he was out. I took the beer bottle from his hand, serving as an excuse to be next to him. His eyes suddenly opened and I tried to be all cool about it, “Dude, you’re gonna spill beer on the bed.”

“Thanks, man” he said, sliding down from his seated position and rolling to his side to fall asleep.

After 10 minutes I walked around to the other side of his bed. I tried to wake him, shaking his shoulder – nothing! I knelt down next to him, staring at his face. I slowly moved my hand toward his crotch. I was pissed because his knees were slightly bent which meant that I would need to struggle to get to his dick. Once my hand reached his body I let it rest there for a while. I had my fingers fully extended, working toward his open pants. Slowly I moved my hand further, with my index finger working to open his pants. I was struggling to reach all the way across the bed and I was so uncomfortable because I didn’t want to place any weight on his bed. It was no use, I couldn’t get closer. So I got-up and thought about my next step.

I walked to the foot of his bed and carefully, carefully touched his foot with still no reaction. I slowly wrapped my hand around his foot and then started to slide his foot toward me. I was going so slow, it was painful. As people loudly walked past our hotel room, I freaked-out and released his foot thinking he would wake-up, but he was completely out. So I got bolder, grabbed his foot and in one swift move, pulled his foot toward me as far as it would go. He shifted slightly and was now facing more toward the ceiling.

I didn’t waste any time. I knelt down next to him. He was snoring with his mouth open.I moved my hand to his open pants and pulled both sides apart. He was wearing black boxer briefs with a button fly. I checked his face and started to flick the button. When it opened, I peeled back both sides of his underwear. This is when I discovered that Tom shaves his pubes. I was rock hard. Just above his dick, his pubic area had stubble. I moved my face right next to his crotch and licked his stubble. I worked two fingers into his underwear, found his cut cock, and slowly shifted it up. Once his cock popped out, I slowly wrapped my hand around it. He was so thick, even soft. I started to move my hand up and down his shaft and he started to get hard. I kept checking his face but he was snoring louder now. His cock was smooth, not a lot of veins, and the head was really fat. I moved close again to sniff it and just under his cock-head smelled like piss. He was completely hard now and my hand could barely wrap around his dick. I had no idea he was packing such a thick cock, it was amazing.

I started to lick his dick from the base to the head, back and forth. His cock was flat against his stomach. I started to pull his balls out and it was not easy because they were fully round and massive. I released one and then the other. Now his full cock and balls were straining out of his boxers. I savored those balls, licking one at a time. As he snored, I tried to stuff both of his balls into my mouth. I took his dick and aimed it at my mouth. He was so friggin’ huge, I could barely get my mouth past his head.All this time I was stroking my dick, edging and backing-off. I slowly stroked his and my own dick at the same time, watching his balls move up and down. Suddenly his balls started to tighten-up against his body and his dick got harder and harder. I was afraid to make him cum because I thought he would wake-up for sure. As I moved my hand away it was too late. His first shot of cum landed on his shirt just over his stomach. I freaked-out, grabbed his dick again and placed my mouth over his cock head. I struggled to catch all of his shots into my mouth, I was gagging. His balls finally loosened-up and his cock stopped pulsing. I was raging hard and with his dick still in my mouth I frantically stroked my dick and started to cum on the bed skirt.

I was completely out of breath. I checked his face, he was still out and he started to snore again. Now the real freak-out began. I couldn’t maneuver his huge balls and fat cock back into his underwear. I cleaned my dick and hand on the bed skirt, and tried with both hands to pull his underwear out and away from his body to stuff his dick back in. It was useless. I stood-up in a panic. The TV was on, he was sleeping on his blanket and sheets, and I tried again. With one hand I carefully cupped his balls and with the other hand I struggled to pull away his underwear. Finally, one rolled back in. This made it easier to readjust everything. I buttoned his boxers again, pulled together his pants, turned-off the TV and crashed.

The next day I woke-up first. His beautiful cock was rock hard as he slept. I saw that his first cum shot had dried on his shirt and I smiled. When I got out of the shower he was awake, lying on the bed with his arms over his head. We still had three days left.

This story is true and I played with him again during this trip.